The sass is real

7- Knight in tattered converse

Hey guys, I just wanted to say that if you guys like the story then please vote and comment or maybe even share...? See because when you do, a unicorn is born in your honour so please do. We need more unicorns in this world....

Also massive shoutout to my friend Chachi, who should stay strong and continue being the awesome person she is in spite of the stupid bullies who may tell her otherwise.

I made this chapter extra long just because I might now get to update during these couple of weeks due to exams so...yeah.

Anyway, have a great day and remember that there is an idiot out there that loves you <3 Thanks for reading!

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Azelia's POV

I pick up the note discarded on the table and read through it, growing more disappointed by the second. Apparently both my.."caregivers" are going on a business trip and wont be there to see me graduate...well thats just fucking fantastic! I scoff and crumple the paper, throwing it in the bin as I walk past it and into the kitchen. " I'm sorry Azelia, truly very sorry. Your father and I wont be able to attend your graduation. We shall be thinking of you though and please know that we love you dearly. Sincerely your mother- Helen" I mock in a high pitch voice, grabbing chocolate yoghurt from the fridge. She's not my mother and she never will be...dad is just stupid for marrying her after mum died because he thought I needed a "mother figure". Fuck that, its bullshit!

Because of that old slut dad never hangs out with me and it's been 4 months since I've seen him or her. Not that I'm complaining, they abandon me and I'll abandon them. I take a sip of my pepsi and randomly start singing " Drink pepsi be sexy " over and over again in my head, against my will. I suddenly spring up from my seat and shout out to nobody " Oh thats it! Today instead of sitting at home I'll be sexy stealing the attention from stupid Jared and fucking Heather! I'll go to the party and beat them at their own game". I contemplate whether I should honestly do that but end up giving in when I remind myself of the humiliation and suffering I've gone through. I find myself jumping up and running upstairs, before I can convince myself not to.

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I sigh and throw my cat sweater against the wall. I have no clothes that are considered sexy...a fact that I'm not even ashamed of. I should've listened to Madison when she took me shopping for all my new clothes..I mean, how was I supposed to know their was a party this weekend and that I'd be going?! I call her, praying that she'll pick up and hopefully help me out somehow. She doesnt answer but seconds after I drop the call, she texts me that she's with her mother in law. Fuck! I text her telling her of my situation and she texts back saying that when she read what I messaged her she snorted and almost spit out her water because she was laughing too much. Serves her right.... She ends up telling me that she bought a couple of cute outfits that are considered great for parties and they are hidden in my closet, underneath my sock drawer. I thank her and wish her good luck, knowing that she needs it after the whole snorting incident.

I smile when I see the H&M bag slightly showing and I pull it out, curious to see what's inside of it. I gasp when I see the supposedly 'cute' party outfits. They look like what a stripper would wear...I cringe and remind myself the reason why I'm doing this. One of the dresses is coloured blue and though very short and tight, it covers up the chest area which is good. However, I'm sure that if I were to bend down or lift my arms up, it would no doubt ride up. I consider giving up and just watching American horror story or something but remind myself that there could be better outfits, one's that aren't considered slutty. There are two more lying there, one that is a light yellow colour complete with a plunging neckline that shows more cleavage than anything. To which I say, hell fucking no! The other is a bright red body-con dress, which has strappy thingies that show a certain amount of cleavage but ultimately, it's far better than every other option. I sigh and put it on, glad that it reaches mid thigh and it isn't tight but rather, it fits snugly into my body. I wear makeup, regretfully, putting a gold cuff. I turn on my hair curling wand and while waiting for it to heat up, I paint my nails. I curse when I see that my left hand is done better than my right, sadly a defect of being right handed and practically useless with my left.